"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

The expected doorbell rang right on time.

Jiang Chen, clearly waiting on the sofa, didn't move.

Tanki Liuli went to open the door.

As for Youmao, she was gone already, of course, along with that sniper rifle.

Except toward the Japanese, the Taoist nun sister was still peaceful and friendly to others, but Youmao was different.

A conflict could be minor.

But damaging Shen Zhou's reputation for benevolence and tolerance would be significant.

The door opened.

Inside and outside.

The two women, almost representing the pinnacle of beauty on this planet, locked eyes.

Tanki Liuli didn't speak, just turned and walked back after opening the door.

After all, she didn't understand foreign languages.

The uninvited guest didn't mind the small detail and walked in alone.

The bodyguards outside closed the door.

Brave indeed.

Jiang Chen thought silently.

But also.

Every time he went to visit her, it was alone as well.

Tanki Liuli, having returned from opening the door, sat next to Jiang Chen, but Jiang Chen stood up instead.

No matter what snubs he endured on her turf before, it was no excuse for dropping his gentlemanly conduct.

Moreover, at this moment, he wasn't representing himself personally.

"I didn't expect Miss Cynthia to grace us with her presence, please forgive any lack of hospitality."

He greeted with a warm smile, "Please, have a seat."

Cynthia sat on the single sofa.

In the hallway.

The accompanying staff stood silently, including Aifemel.

Bai Zheli suddenly appeared at the elevator door, probably coming to find Jiang Chen, saw the scene at the door, and decisively turned back.

"When do you plan to stop?"

Inside the room.

That was Cynthia's first sentence after sitting down.

Jiang Chen hovered his butt over the sofa for a moment, then finally sat down.

Feigning ignorance.

Was a bit petty.

Especially when the other party was so straightforward.

"Is Miss Cynthia representing the Japanese, or Feng Shi?"

Except for the brief eye contact when opening the door, Cynthia carried on as if she hadn't noticed another woman in the suite who could rival her in both appearance and aura, her azure pupils gazing unabashedly at Jiang Chen.

"And you?"

She didn't answer, but asked in return.

Jiang Chen gave a faint smile.

"Who do you think I represent, Miss Cynthia?"

"Isn't that question quite clear? I've visited Miss Cynthia more than once."

Not continuing to entangle with this question, regardless of how many times he had met, the illusion-inducing silver-haired woman calmly said, "As long as you stop all actions against the Japanese, Cao Jinse can immediately regain her freedom."

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, his smile unchanged.

"Miss Cynthia is an outstanding entrepreneur. Do you think this deal is fair?"

"Cao Jinse doesn't carry enough weight, does she?"

Jiang Chen was momentarily surprised, then his smile broadened.

Good thing he had Youmao return to her room first.

Otherwise, she'd likely have been incited.

Indeed, a formidable opponent,

"Miss Cao is innocent, that much we all know: I, Miss Cynthia, the Japanese, so her release should be justified, no need to discuss."

"Your conditions?"

Having dealt with each other a few times, Jiang Chen had some understanding of her style.

That's fine too.

Simple and straightforward.

Better than beating around the bush, which would drain who knows how many brain cells.

"First, ensure the safety of relevant personnel. For instance, Miss Dupont."

Boss Jiang was definitely an impeccable partner; if Vera were here, she'd probably be moved to tears.

Upon saying this.

The azure eyes, more expansive than the sky and deeper than the sea, visibly constricted, though it was subtle, it was also extremely clear.

Jiang Chen remained unfazed.

"Miss Dupont and I are friends. The last time I went to Beverly Manor, that's where we met and forged a deep friendship."

Almost 90% was nonsense.

The "relationship" between him and Vera was likely already thoroughly investigated by the other party.

In that statement, only two words mattered most.

Friend.

Jiang Chen didn't want to be misunderstood as using a young girl.

Alright then.

Even if it was utilization, it was mutually beneficial, without ill intent.

"Continue."

"Ensure the security of our lawful assets in Japan. We don't want incidents like with Jiuding Group to happen again."

Legal assets.

The scope of this term is extremely broad.

The financial war wasn't over, yet Shen Zhou Capital had already seized numerous assets, including Japanese cutting-edge enterprises.

"Return some."

Since it's a negotiation, naturally there's room for haggling.

Cynthia said, "I'll give you a list. The industries on it, return them to Japan."

Jiang Chen shook his head without hesitation.

"Impossible."

When he was the one begging for help, it was different, Boss Jiang calmly stated, "We conducted acquisitions through legal means, for which we expended considerable wealth. Miss Cynthia, don't you shop online? A seller sells goods and receives payment, then demands the buyer to return the goods. In what world does that make sense?"

Tough.

Exceptionally tough.

Maybe nobody had ever been so firm in front of her, facing Jiang Chen, whose manliness seemed to overflow, this star glittering above the Western world suddenly fell silent.

"We have always loved peace; before, now, too. Our pursuit is simple: we only wish for our legal rights to be protected."

It could only be Boss Jiang.

If it were someone else, they'd probably burst out laughing.

Look.

Listen.

What ferocious words!

Barging into someone's home, violently snatching their gold, silver, jewels, even breaking open their safe, then claiming these assets as one's own, saying you can't have them, you must acknowledge, fortunately, it wasn't the Japanese who came, or they'd surely lose it.

Domineering.

Too domineering indeed.

"Let's both take a step back."

Cynthia said, outwardly without emotional fluctuation.

"Stopping now is already showing our sincerity."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, and one more thing."

He reached out, took out a sticky note filled with names.

"Miss Cao has been unjustly detained for so long, consider it compensation."

Looking at the sticky note full of names, Cynthia finally frowned slightly.

"Aren't your conditions too harsh?"

Jiang Chen chuckled.

"We should consider the living, Miss Cynthia, don't you agree?"

After glancing at the sticky note, Cynthia lifted her azure eyes.

"The deliberate display of confidence resembles the bluffing in your Eastern stories."

Jiang Chen shrugged.

"If Miss Cynthia thinks so, that's fine. I've visited Miss Cynthia more than once, and I welcome her next visit anytime."

Cynthia showed no apparent change in demeanor, but the aura around her shifted dramatically while staring at Jiang Chen.

Wondering what she was thinking, Tanki Liuli glanced at her.

Jiang Chen leaned forward, pushing a cup of pre-poured water across the coffee table.

"Miss Cynthia, have some tea."

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